She's Mine

Chapter 5: Serena

Serena threw on her black body con dress that had slits on the sides and over her chest, allowing for peeks of her tattoos on her legs and the heart tattoo that was on her sternum. She applied black lipstick carefully and brushed her hair quickly, just trying to fluff out the side that had been in a bun all day. She was always in a rush for the streams on the weekdays. Today she only had a few minutes before the stream, and she was running later than usual. The owner had been complaining about the newest employee that he decided he wanted to fire. She had calmed his t**s by saying she would investigate the matter further and take care of it first thing in the morning. What she was really planning on doing was speaking with the head of HR about him and see if she could help talk some sense into the man. If she fired this employee like he wanted, they would be too short-staffed, and Serena would be forced to play medical assistant without a medical assistant license. She didn't want to make that even a short-term solution for the company because he would always use it as an example to continue to make it his solution and make her life more of a living hell. She could barely do the job he hired her for because she was always filling in for short staffing. Serena could do vitals and write soap notes due to her background as a Combat Medic in the Army, but she wasn't qualified to do such a thing in the civilian sector. So it made her nervous when the owner forced her hand to do things like that just to help the staff.

Serena took a deep breath and tried to relax by giving herself a mental pep talk. This is me time. I will not think about work. I will be my true self with all my friends in just a few minutes. Do not let work spill into the conversation tonight. She thought to herself as she set the brush down and picked up her masquerade mask. It was green with black lace on the edges and black silk strings to tie it to her head. When she wore this mask, she deemed the character the Emerald Mistress, a super feral dominating woman who folded anyone in the blink of an eye. She had a feeling she would need this personality tonight since Assasin was going to be joining the stream with his own box. She had already talked to the host privately asking if he could please join them because she wanted him to take his best shot at her. Cupid Angel had agreed quickly because she had never seen anyone fold Serena ever in the last few months that they had spent streaming together. Serena looked in the mirror and tied her mask on tight under her hair, so the strings could not be seen. Perfect. And just in time. The link for the stream popped up on her phone and she stood in front of her phone stand and turned on the red light before hitting enter stream.

When she got there, she saw the Feral Family were trickling in one by one. They had been streaming for months together and bonded over anything and everything. They truly cared for one another and would often listen to each other's problems, offering ideas for solutions and allowing each other to be completely free without any judgment on each other. One by one, everyone got into a box with their masks on securely. Serena was at the top box and waited for Assassin to show up. She knew he had to put his kids to bed first, then he would be on, so she decided to have fun focusing on the host and the other people in the boxes. She smiled and threw out a couple of "that's my good girl" to them and watched them melt in their seats like a chocolate chip on a hot summer's day. She was good at folding people. She would explore their body's reactions to her words and run with whatever she noticed made them personally melt. It came in handy that she was naturally very attuned to body language and verbal tones.

The Feral Family crew laughed, and made s****l innuendos towards each other for about 30 mintues. Most of the time, Serena could make most of all of her friends blush with her well-timed comments and jokes. She was always able to think ferally fast on her feet. It came with growing up with all male friends. If you didn't make the s****l joke first, you were the subject, and she always made it a point of being in control of the topics. After making one of her friends twirl and shake their booty at the camera, she noticed the message that said Assassin has entered the stream, followed by him sending popcorn and eyeball emojis in the chat. The stream burst out laughing; the booty shaker, who was Cupid Angel turned around and turned red from embarrassment. She was one of the easier ones in the Feral Family to get to blush.

Serena grinned and threw her hands into a heart before saying, "Hello Assassin, come to stare? Or come to play?" She looked at the box below her as it suddenly came to life. There was Assassin with his demon skull half mask already on, his long blond hair shaved on the sides, but the length was to his shoulders down the center, pulled to one side, and his steely green grey eyes staring directly at the camera. Serena kept a poker face, but inside her heart beat increased, and she felt herself get moist. Damn! She thought silently. She looked directly at his box, and saw he was outside in the dark and wearing his black shirt he used in the filming of his thirst trap videos. The shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing his wolf tattoo on his left pec, and his Thor's hammer necklace laying on his chest. He looked huge in the box, taking up the whole space with just his body. Assassin leaned down with his palms resting on what appeared to be a table that was holding his phone.

Everyone greeted him on the stream, and he responded with, "Hey everyone... Hello Serena." He stared directly into the camera at Serena, and she couldn't help but smile at his attempt to fold her with a look. You have to do better than that, Serena thought.

"Hello Assassin, it's nice to see you on a stream... instead of through videos..." Serena let her voice trail off.

"It's nice to see you Serena." He stood to his full height and barely fit in the camera view.

Cupid Angel's blue eyes got wide, and she asked, "How tall are you Assassin?"

His eyes crinkled at the edges as he smiled beneath the mask and stated, "6 foot 5 inches."

Spector Veil giggled. "You're a big boy..."

He crossed his arms and looked down at the camera. "Yeah, I am. Serena wanna come find out how big?"

Serena tilted her head in amusement and said, "I would need a step stool to be around you. I am literally five for feral... No inches."

"I'll pick you up so you can see me properly," Assassin offered as he gestured with his hands in a come-up-here motion.

"Watch out, and I'll climb you like a monkey... I bite too. Hard," Serena said with an evil smile.

"So do I...I bet I bite harder than you." He kept his hands folded over his chest as he spoke, still looking down at the camera in a commanding fashion.

Serena adjusted herself in her seat and leaned forward, so her breasts were mostly taking up the screen. One of her classic intentional gestures to show off her assets. Two can play this feral game, Assassin, she thought to herself. "Prove it" She challenged out loud, staring back at his box.

"Come here and find out." He curled two fingers in a motion that was suggestive of petting her g spot. Her friends caved instantly, some were moaning as if being tortured and some going off camera for a vape and to hide their blushes. Some giggled nervously. Serena rolled her eyes at the gesture and smirked at his boldness.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Serena replied nonchalantly. Internally, she was wishing he would threaten her with a good time.

Assassin chuckled darkly, a sound that Serena had never heard before, and it sent a shiver down her spice, and her eyes became wide in surprise.

"What's the matter, Princess?" he asked huskily. Serena's eyes went from wide to narrowed and her coloring of her eyes went from light brown to black in an instant, and she glared at the screen, feeling angry. She hated being called a princess. It implied being cute and she wasn't cute! She was commanding, she was feral, she was untameable but never...NEVER f*****g cute!

"OOOOOOO..... You're in trouble now, Assassin!" Spector Veil said, laughing loudly. She knew that was Serena's trigger word since they did a stream about pet peeves when they first started.

"Yeah, no one calls her Princess!" Cursed One said with her hazel eyes glittering, probably remembering the time she had called Serena called a princess once. Causing Serena to turn her Feral directly on her the rest of the stream on that day.

"Yeah and why is that?" Assassin asked with an eyebrow arched as he adjusted his long hair to the other side of his head. Slowly running his fingers through the hair.

"Because I am not a damn princess. I am not demur or classy. I am Feral as Fuck." Serena said, glaring at Assassin. Her friends burst out laughing and saying things that backed up her statement of not being a proper princess in the background, cheering her on as she turned her furious feral on him. Assassin raised one eyebrow with a deadly stare waiting for the laughter to die down.

"Or maybe you just haven't met the right man to make you one," he said in a deep voice.

"HELL NO! I am a f*****g Queen." Serena disappeared from camera view and came out with a crown that was green and gold on her head. "See I"M a Queen!" Her friends all laughed and clapped, some saying, "Yes Queen" and "All Hail OUR Feral Queen!" Assassin laughed at the silliness of the situation and the conversation turned back to everyone flirting. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down from the princess comment and, with the on-screen eye candy before her, it was easy. Her glances kept floating towards the Assassin's box and the way he stood or leaned every time he adjusted positions. The poses he was placing himself in conjured an image of him above her with his arms crossed as she was before him on her knees, where his hands ran through her hair and pulled it back to make her look at him. Or of his large hands holding her throat. The leaning pose made her think of her leaning against the wall as he caged her in his arms towering over her while his eyes and hands roamed her body. Holy hell, she found him hot. She hadn't had sub urges like this except with November... Why was she thinking about him being her Dom fashion? This is just strange. She barely knew him and here she was thinking about him in the most trusted position she could offer herself in. The thoughts raced through her head as fast as a NASCAR racetrack as the stream continued. Before she knew it, hours had passed and the friends slowly left as the time for Cupid Angels stream to end came.

Once they had all said goodbye and disconnected, as soon as she got off, she got a private message from Spector Veil immediately: "Umm, Yummy! I want his hands around my neck!" Serena stared at the message and felt her heart drop. No... She felt an overwhelming sense of protection and jealousy. As well as anger, and she never got angry at Spector. Spector was a friend she talked to on a daily basis and would even video chat privately for hours on the weekend. They were extremely close. However, Spector had a habit of going after men for the fun of the chase. Then she would get bored once she caught men and had played with them for a bit. When she was done with them, she would find a way to get rid of them. She didn't want Assassin caught up in that. She wanted him around and in The Feral Family streams regularly, to become a part of the Feral Family even. If he got together with Spector, and they had a bad falling out, he would be gone, and she would have to pick a side. Plus, she didn't like the idea of Spector fooling around with Assassin.. At all... The very thought brought forth an anger that had her ready to punch one of her closest friends in the face... But how could she keep that from happening? What if Assassin was open to something with Spector Veil? He was poly after all... Serena felt as if a vice grip pressure was tightening around her heart. Thinking fast, she typed the only thing she knew would keep Spector at bay. There were some lines Spector never crossed and Serena knew just the one that would keep her clear from Assassin.

Serena The Feral Goddess: He is very yummy. But, so you know, he and I are talking.

Spector Veil: Like talking as friends? Or like he and you are fooling around talking?

Serena The Feral Goddess: We are fooling around. He's mine.